Éliane-Catrie Blouin Achim

Originally from Sherbrooke, Québec, Éliane-Catrie Blouin Achim studied jewelry techniques at the École de Joaillerie de Montréal (EJM) from 2005 to 2009, after studying visual arts.
As early as 2012, concrete became the centrepiece of her creations. The distinctive raw and refined aspect of her creations has been featured in several publications, as well as in national and international exhibitions and shows. Her work has travelled from Vancouver to Bucharest via Milan and Montreal.
Propelled by a fundamental need to confirm her own existence, she creates works that are strongly contrasting imprints highlighting some of the less pleasant and unpolished bits of the human experience; the disturbing, itchy and marking ones. Finding harmony in dissonance, she loves to turn codes on their head and question the so-called nobility of materials to propose audacious amalgamations of concrete, silver, gold and plastic.

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Cerisier

Date of Creation: June 24, 2021

List of Materials: Sterling Silver, Herkimer quartz, upcycled sponge, upcycled plastic flowers, beads, glass, found animal teeth, resin, concrete, pigments.

Dimensions: 8 cm X 3 cm X 2,5 cm

Photographer's Name: R.L. Black

Other Contributors: All work/artistic direction executed by: Éliane-Catrie Blouin Achim and R.L. Black Bio R.L. Black Ingenuity and artistry have always been a big part of R.L. Black's individuality, and throughout the years, he has acquired expertise in multiple fields such as music, graphic design, video, and photography. Defining himself as a multidisciplinary artist, R.L. Black is someone who is highly driven, creative, and passionate about his work.

Conceptual Statement: My cherry tree died yesterday, it was probably my fault, at least, I think so. It was a source of great sadness for me, it even followed me in my dreams, a hauntingly vivid dream. There was a field, it smelled good, scents of plum trees, or maybe cherry trees, the air was sweet. Then this iodized stench appeared, I could not react, the water had already arrived, and the tide took me away. For as long as I can remember, my dreams have always been colourful and vivid. I'm also prone to horrifying nightmares coupled with traumatic episodes of sleep paralysis. It is while trying to tame these blurred yet very graphic images that the need to represent them became obvious. I then started to use my distressing sensations as my primary inspiration when creating, in order to exorcise these fears and anxieties of mine. Hence , the idea of working with my spouse was self-evident. Together, we have embarked on a project that combines our talents to transcend the limits of our creativity.

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Petite Mort

Date of Creation: 30/12/2022

List of Materials: Sterling Silver, 10k gold, upcycled plastic flowers, beads, glass, resin, pigments.

Dimensions: 8.5 cm X 3 cm X 2.5 cm

Photographer's Name: R.L. Black

Other Contributors: All work/artistic direction executed by: Éliane-Catrie Blouin Achim and R.L. Black

Conceptual Statement: I dreamt of deadly long twigs that rose above the clouds, towering over mountains and touching the sky. As I floated through the mist, I felt a sense of peace and serenity, but the fog began to thicken. I heard a voice in the distance, it spoke to me in a language I didn't understand, but I felt compelled to move in closer, even though I knew that I was in grave danger. Suddenly, it disappeared, and I began to shake violently, then some - thing grabbed me by the ankles, and I woke up, drenched.

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Dawn

Date of Creation: 06/02/2021

List of Materials: Sterling Silver, concrete, raw aquamarine, raw amethyst, cubic zirconia, baby tooth, upcycled sponge, glass, resin, pigments.

Dimensions: 6.5 cm X 4.5 cm X 4.5 cm

Photographer's Name: R.L. Black

Model's Name: Éliane-Catrie Blouin Achim

Other Contributors: All work/artistic direction executed by: Éliane-Catrie Blouin Achim and R.L. Black

Conceptual Statement: I dreamed of you again last night. You seemed fine at first. Everything was calm and shining as we were both speaking the language of animals. But as always, things got darker, as they had to - things went south. The air became so heavy. You were no longer at ease. The monsters had returned. Leaning over me, they were strangling me with their long, cold, clenched hands for the hundredth time. That's when I woke up. In a panic.

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